Just as Wren was kicking the corpse of the Soviet sniper with his assault rifle, a Tiger tank was rushing up a slope position in the far north, on a Soviet-defended position.

Right on the front of the Tiger tank, a Stalin tank opened fire so violently that the shell grazed the corner of the Tiger tank's turret and knocked off a section of the track hanging on the side of the turret and the hook on which the track was hung. With a crisp sound, the track was torn into the sky with tremendous force and landed on the edge of the trench a few meters away.

The barrel of the Tiger tank is densely painted with white markings, which proves the heroic and brilliant achievements of the crew of this tank. Without a pause, the tank pointed its main gun at the attacking enemy, and then, with a dominating momentum, fired a vengeful cannonball.

The 88 mm shell was pushed out of the barrel by the gas from the explosion of the charge, spun in the air, and accurately hit the Stalin tank not far away, and the tungsten alloy armor-piercing shell was worthy of its name, and the shell easily penetrated the frontal armor of the Stalin tank, as simple as a hot knife cutting a piece of tofu.

The Stalin tank on the opposite side immediately shook violently, and then the tragic explosion lifted the entire turret of the tank into the air, and the shells of the Tiger tank detonated the ammunition inside the opposing tank, and the explosion was tragic and rapid, destroying everything that blocked the explosion directly from the inside.

On the side of the destroyed Stalin tank, the turret of a Soviet T-34 tank was turning, hoping to aim at the side of the Tiger tank that rushed up, but not far from its front, another German Tiger tank rushed up, and at a considerable distance, gave the T-34 tank a shot, and the unlucky Soviet tank also exploded, quickly losing its combat capability.

Farther away, Tiger tanks burst out of the bushes to block the Soviets from their positions, and the grenadiers jumped out of their trenches, and another German attack began. Behind these grenadiers, there were also some assault guns and armored vehicles, and farther into the sky, dense rockets were flying towards the areas they were preparing to cover.

A Stalin tank hidden behind the dead grass was cautiously waiting for its chance, after all, there were not many chances to hit the German tank, and they had to wait for the Germans to get close enough before opening fire to catch the Germans off guard.

It is a pity that while this Soviet Stalin tank was waiting for its chance there, another enemy in the sky waited for its chance. An old Stuka dive bomber swooped down with a whistling sound, and two 20mm guns were naturally aimed at the hapless Soviet tank.

"Goodbye! fool!" Stuka's pilot pulled his trigger, and the cannon on the wing spewed out a dazzling tongue of fire, creating two rows of approaching bullet marks not far in front of the tank. The bullet sank into the dirt, and the black plume of smoke was dense and stretched all the way to the tank.

The tank's flimsy top armor was clanged by 20 mm guns, and in some places there was even a scary crater, but the front of the hull and the top of the turret were relatively strong, and finally withstood the strafing of the Stuka.

Unfortunately, the grille at the rear of the tank was not as strong, and the shells fired by the Stuka easily smashed them there, and the bullets flew around the engine compartment, cutting everything they passed. Eventually, the entire engine burned, and the Stuka had already pulled away, leaving only the melodious whistling sound.

Lifting the hatch of the tank, the Soviet tank crews inside Stalin's tank struggled to climb out of their equipment, and the flames were already burning in their bodies, and the flames danced on the cotton suits they were wearing, as if they would never be extinguished.

The two Soviets, who had been lucky enough to jump out of the tank, were struggling, they didn't know how to roll on the ground, or they didn't know what they were doing because of pain and panic, they just screamed, twisted and shook, and finally fell to the ground and convulsed. By the time these two men fell to the ground motionless, the flames on their bodies were still not extinguished, still beating and shining.

"Attack! Get those damn Soviets out of the trenches! Machine gunners prepare! We're going to fire!" the commander of a No. 3 modified tank shouted the order to attack, the tank's main gun had been removed, and a heavy flamethrower was on top of it. As a special tank, it accompanies infantry or tanks to attack, and then, at certain times, rushes up to accomplish things that other weapons can't do.

"Phew, hoo!" As the turret of the No. 3 tank pointed to a trench, the massive flamethrower spewed terrifying flames. The Soviet positions forty meters away were suddenly overwhelmed by flames and burning oil, and the screams inside could be heard clearly from hundreds of meters away.

Next to the flames, the German Leopard tank took advantage of its fast speed and had already broken through the Soviet defenses, but soon the attacking Leopard tank was destroyed by a Soviet Stalin tank on the way. Whether it was a Soviet tank or a German tank, they were almost the same when they were penetrated, and soon the Leopard tank exploded, and no soldiers in it survived.

The Tiger tank, which had just been knocked off the tracks hanging on the side of the turret, followed at this time, and it calmly turned the turret, then aimed at the Stalinist tank in the distance, which was firing everywhere, and finally fired again.

Inside the narrow turret of the tank, the recoil caused the entire tail of the gun to crash backwards, and then quickly returned to its original position, and with the force of this frustration, the entire cartridge case of the 88 mm caliber cannon was thrown into the rear shell storage device, but it was already full of shells, so the shell could only fall to the floor with a crisp clatter.

With this crisp sound, the Soviet Stalin tank on the opposite side was hit by the shell on the front of the hull, and the shell once again pierced the front of the tank without any accident, tearing up the parts and other things that stood in the way, so that the steel monster painted in white paint instantly lost its soul and was paralyzed behind the hidden breastwork.

"Armor-piercing! loading! 9 o'clock! aiming!" the German commander, who was already a captain, shouted to his loader to reload his ammunition, and then he used the captain's periscope to look at the side of the car, just in time to see a Soviet soldier knocked to the ground by a bullet from an unknown source.

"Driver! We have to move fast! There are Soviets all around! We are in a bad situation right now! Soviet tanks in the distance are firing at us!" the commander said loudly with a frown, and after saying that, he gave another order: "Keep aiming at the Soviet KV-1 tank at 9 o'clock, don't let it fire casually! Keep moving forward after firing, stop after 10 meters, and wait for the group behind you." ”

Overhead, two Stuka bombers swooped down again, dropping large bombs on the ground where the Soviets had gathered. The huge bomb slammed into their target, accompanied by the terrible dive howl of Stuka himself. The two bombs exploded in the crowd of the Soviets, setting off a cloud of severed limbs.

"With these ace tank crews, the offense is really different, this Tiger tank rushed up and destroyed a large number of tanks deployed by the Soviets on the front, and now this line of defense is tending to collapse. Putting down the telescope in his hand, General Kreuzer, the armored commander of the German front line and the pioneer of Army Group A, said proudly to his men: "Let the troops of the second echelon start to attack, break through this line of defense, advance the battle line to the village called Bova, and build a defensive system with the support there." ”

"Obey! General!" the chief of staff nodded, and then grabbed the walkie-talkie in the temporary command headquarters: "This is the command headquarters, order...... Second echelon, the attack begins!"

Not far behind the German position, behind a small hill, a puff of black smoke rose in an instant, and then one after another Tiger tanks drove up to the position, began to slowly form an offensive echelon, and rushed to the Soviet position, which was already on the verge of collapse. There, the Soviets had already begun to retreat, and on the positions, the tanks of the Germans and the Soviets were burning, and there was no edge in sight.

"Boom!" the Tiger tank seemed to be seizing its last chance to slaughter the Soviet tank on the opposite side with all its might. It fired another shot, hitting the front of the turret of a T-34 tank with unmistakable accuracy, and then it had one more record, one more that countless people would not envy.

"Hey, boss, you're now firmly the number one trump card in tank battles. The loader stuffed the shell into the chamber of the cannon, closed the bolt, and said very seriously: "Wren and yours are getting worse and worse." ”

"Count this!190th tank!" The captain in the tank commander's position took a deep breath and said, "I heard that the Soviets' tanks are all ahead of us, and it is really not easy for him to see a tank there." ”

After saying that, he touched the Knight's Iron Cross decorated with swords and oak leaves on the collar, and urged his crew loudly: "Go on the attack! Gentlemen! At 1 o'clock ahead, a Soviet tank! a T-26 is ready to fire!"